Gaz is driving after a long mission, all out of danger and heading to base. Ghost and Soap had to pull off multiple back to back nightwatches, so much so that Price had forbidden either of them from even touching the wheel. Ghost and Soap both just shrug, sitting in the backseat of the small car while Price calls shotgun.
A few hours pass by, and Gaz starts talking to fill the silence. Ghost hadn’t responded, he was just swaying slightly with the car’s motion. His arms were folded on his chest, leaning against the armrest so he was presumed to be asleep. Which no one minded.
The volume quietened down, but Soap was still bantering, chatting to pass the time while Price and Ghost both rested. Hours pass by, and Soap feels his eyelids grow heavier. Slowly, his response to Gaz dwindle, the bursts of chatter dying down to quiet responses.
Eventually he finds himself leaning against Ghost, mind too tired to find anything wrong with it. His eyes slip close from time to time, and he hums occasionally to let Gaz know he’s still listening. And when he falls asleep, letting out a soft exhale and head coming to rest on the others’ shoulder, he’s far too gone to care.
Ten minutes of chatter pass by, before Gaz calls for Soap. Presumably because he noticed the lack of response he was getting. He’s about to call again, a little louder in case Soap is spacing out when he hears another voice answer:
“Johnny’s asleep, Gaz.”
Gaz almost swerves the car into a ditch. Turns out, Ghost was never asleep after all.
